Have you seen Sailor Jerry's tattoos?

I'd rather write. i love sitting down with a good book and just taking everything in i can about it, but i'd rather just write. i went to the bar yesterday with a couple of friends and we had some beers. usually when i go to the bar, i go just to have a beer. I've also been know to go to the bar by myself sometimes, too. my friends and i had a nice chat about their new girlfriends and boyfriends and how i really haven't had much luck trying to find one. i can already tell this post is gonna suck.
okay bye.
anyway, after the girl left to go visit her new boy, it was just us guys left and we started to relax and talk with each other about his girlfriend and how he's liking that whole bit. there came a point where i needed to use the restroom and i left him sitting there at the bar by himself. i was just expecting him to be sitting there waiting upon my return, but he was actually talking to this beautiful girls sitting on the opposite corner. my seat was in between them, so naturally i jumped into their conversation. she was sweet, we both made her laugh, and there were lulls, but i tried my hand at really involving her in the topic of conversation my friend and i were talking about. this post still sucks.
anyway, this girl ends up asking me about my tattoo i have on my wrist. i was more than happy, here at this bar, to tell her the story of my love. when people ask me at work, or in passing, i'm usually a bit apprehensive to divulge anything because it's such a long and involevd story that when i dont have time to tell the whole thing it's just not as good of a tale. this girl, and subsequently her friend too, after 5 minutes of story, were completely wrapped around my finger. i had no idea i was capable of telling a story that someone would actually listen to like that. i don't think anybody's really listened to me like that. i feel like i've always had a problem with people listening to me. between my oftentimes weak voice and tendancy to stutter, my lack of focus and poor memory, i've never really been able to be interesting enough to listen to me. what have i changed in myself that i now have this ability to enthrall? i have no idea. maybe it's my subconcious finally becoming fed up with not ever being heard. i have been noticing lately that i've taken up an interest in singing and performing in a band again. this time as a singer. a writer.
but these girls.
the girl sitting closest to me gets up and chats with a friend on sidebar for a while while i pause the story, talk to girl two one-on-one for a few minutes, and then begin telling just her the story. and i finish it. at the end she was completely floored and asked me if i were a writer. i don't know if she spotted my notebook in my back pocket or she really thought my story was good, but either way, i got a great confidence boost right there. i've never been told that, and i don't easily flatter, but that did it. when the first girl comes back i tease her for leaving in the middle of my tale and she laughs. i tell her, finish, and she calls me a writer. that's two. maybe she heard her friend tell me. i have no idea. but i think after considering being a journalist for life but only two months ago, this signified some soundness in my choice.
thanks, girls.
maybe i'll start making up names nest time i tell a story.
this post really sucked.